I do not want to realise one day, that the one I've been waiting for all this while, will always be out of reach. Compared to the perfect person, I am definitely lesser, I am no angel. Maybe you have no idea that what you say will always have a huge bearing on me. Maybe you have no idea that what you do will always affect me greatly. What is so paradoxical is that I do not even try to change this, mired in a web of make-believe?

Simply too much to handle, too much to give up.